What New Fresh Hell...

LMAO, just read today's horror-scope and here it is:

It's not easy for you to step out of the spotlight, but playing a supportive role today may be your smartest move. Even if you know that you could do more than you are currently contributing, a methodical retreat demonstrates your confidence in others. You'll have your chance to shine soon enough; for now let someone else take center stage.

In fact I just read it to TY who is today sitting up and taking nourishment, as they say, and he acknowledged that this isn't easy for me playing a 'supporting role in his movie'.  We are now sitting here at 7 AM watching the British Open at St. Andrews.  Things are getting better I guess.  He is going over every shot he ever made on that course.  This is the amazing thing to me about golfers-  he can replay every game he ever had in his head, yet sit at the end of the driveway in a daze not knowing which way to go to the gas station!  And remember he is still addled from drugs!

portrait with Helper Dog doing her thing.

Spent the day yesterday, in my down time, knitting on the Noro coat.  I finished the first horizontal band at the hem and tried it on to find that it's way too big.  I could scream-  I did gauge swatches, I did math all over every piece of paper I could find, and I went up a needle size to accommodate "my" size, which, even though I am a shadow of my former self, is no where near the average Japanese.  I had to contemplate lots, until I smelled burning brain cells, trying to decide on a solution.  Here is the solution:  instead of ripping out the just completed horizontal strip, I decided to shorten the spans in the second strip and to also go down a needle size.  Within a foot of knittin' I saw that this was going to be a solution more user friendly than ripping the whole thing, so I've gone ahead and ripped the first strip out and am re-doing it.  TY is gonna need my company more today since he's more lucid and coming out of the Percoset haze, so I should be able to get in some concentrated work and get back to where I was.  (I've long ago thrown out the pigeon-English directions and am on this voyage alone making it up as I go along.  Trouble is I really am not accomplished enough to see problems as written-  instead have to see 'em as knitted!)  This means I basically knit every item twice.

Formerly Floppy first horizontal row and tighter second row (top).  The floppy row has been (sob) unknitted, and here is the---

knew knitted section.  

(See slits worked over entire jacket body for these horizontal strips to be knitted into)  My first attempt was too loose and this is better now)

Yesterday my daughter sent me her favorite farm stand's special recipe for pink gazpacho.  She raved about it and took me to get some for herself and I got a quart too.  Ate the whole thing myself it was so good.  It's very pureed, not chunky, and because it's basically just tomatoes and cucumbers it comes out more pink than the deep tomatoey red I'm used to.  Next thing I know she sends me another white gazpacho recipe that I *think* is my long missing , or at least similar, recipe I made over and over for two or three summers.  During one of TY's drug induced coma's yesterday I raced to the market to pick up a few necessities for both so that's today's plan between re-knitting.